This is a song about "Lots of money"

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Drinkin lots of pitchers

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Mechanical energy is lots of gears

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that